I didn't need to set my alarm on the weekends.
In the early 2000s, I lived in Brooklyn just off the Nostrand Ave stop on the A train. This soundtrack was the Saturday mornings playlist that the garbagemen would put on blast. Only in NY could anyone play Biggie at max volume at 7 in the morning and NO ONE ever complained. Even though I worked at an urban fashion company and listened to Hot 97 all day, my appreciation for hip hop came from those doods. They never picked one bad song.
The day I moved out, a couple of Jersey buddies came with me on a very early Saturday morning. At a stoplight, we heard Nasty Boy, looked over and lo and behold, there were my sanitation homies dancing next to their truck. The Jersey buddies were awestruck and left Brooklyn with a story for life.
I miss those garbagemen.